Wait
A poem by Russell Kelfer
Desperately,
helplessly, longingly, I cried.
Quietly, patiently,
lovingly, He replied.
I pleaded, and I wept
for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so
gently said, "Child, you must wait."
"Wait? Your say
wait??" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need
answers, I need to know why.
Is your hand
shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have
asked, and I'm claiming your Word.
"My future, and
all to which I can relate
Hangs in the balance,
and you tell me 'wait'?
I'm needing a 'yes',
a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no', to
which I can resign.
"And Lord, you
have promised that if we believe,
We need but ask, and
we shall receive.
And Lord I've been
asking, and this is my cry:
"I'm weary of
asking: I need a reply!"
Then quietly, softly,
I learned of my fate
As my Master replied
once again, "You must wait."
So I slumped in my
chair; defeated and taut
And grumbled to God;
"So I'm waiting, for what?"
He seemed then to
kneel and His eyes met with mine
And He tenderly said,
"I could give you a sign.
I could shake the
heavens, darken the sun,
Raise the dead, cause
the mountains to run.
"All you see I
could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what
you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the
depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the
power that I give to the faint.
"You'd not learn
to see through clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to
trust, just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the
joy of resting in Me,
When darkness and
silence was all you could see.
"You would never
experience that fullness of love
As the peace of My
Spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I
give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know
the depth of the beat of My heart.
"The glow of My
comfort late in the night;
The faith that I give
when you walk without sight;
The depth that's
beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God
who makes what you have last.
"And you never
would know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that
'My grace is sufficient for thee.'
Yes, your dreams for
that loved one o'ernight could come true,
But the loss! if you
lost what I'm doing in you!
"So be silent,
my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of
gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may
My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious
answer of all....is still...wait."
~Brittany
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